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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Grrr...

So I'm sitting here and I'm writing my third Estella piece of the day and I'm scrambling to get the issue put together, and I make the mistake of having The Food Network going in the background. What do I hear? What? Emeril Lagasse nattering on about the wonders of chorizo. But what does he call it?

"Charisse."

Like the name of a girl I used to teach.

"Charisse."

A sausage I love so dearly pronounced in such a screwy way that it quite literally chaps my completely-dead-from-sitting-here-all-afternoon ass.

11 comments:

LOL I have hated Emeril since I paid $22 for a freaking steak at his restaurant in Orlando. Suck it Emeril!

And I emailed you earlier RE Estella but for some reason it didn't get through. I posted my review of the Kurson book, feel free to edit and move where you like. I finished that column we talked about and plan to post it soon. Going to need FrontPage for that. Anything else I need to do?

OMG! I am SO with you!!!! I know it's lame but I am Ecuadorian and have been eating chorizo probably since before I came out of the womb and when he says that word I just want to punch the television! What kind of Portugese man is he? CHARISSE? UUGGH!! and NO, this is not a case of you say tomato, I say tomaaahtoe!